Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a inside my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take them to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up like a young
weed and getting higher then a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my
Got to it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a park tenant
Still can't I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the of a life sentence
A lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic
Fuck all that back and forth, ain't a game of tennis
be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the senate
Scared to go outside but I I can't prevent it
I'm, alone in my mind
See I'm a self diagnosed
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll me at
Yeah, I know that I'm like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic here, yeah

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Over here, over
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Over here, over

Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat Jesus
Flow
Stackin' and playing the field man like Regis
Better believe us or us
Grabbin' your cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I them titties in crayon
Like
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking chemists
me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O
Posted in the club in baggy and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young
Eat wack MCs Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit

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Over here, over
Over here, over
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Okay the delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, interstellar my retrieval
Furthest evil, I throw this shit back like medieval
I spit at it a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, how we livin'
Always driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and a red eye
Ho I I leave 'em dead, I know I do
This is,

Overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm through
The on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio, for a Latin Leo
To a brother down like the white man
Fuck that,

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it
Like goddamn, even step like I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I in Maryland
I conceal it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you it's all love
We the realest so you if you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib and them bitches to bill us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, they bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it on